I was informed the other day by one of my teenagers (who thinks they didn't have cuss words or vulgar language back in my day... hee, hee... Boy-oh-boy, could I teach him a thing or two) that saying, "That blows," is nasty and I shouldn't say it.
His exact words were, "Um, Mom? I'm not sure you know what that means. You probably don't want to say that. That has another meaning, and you're actually saying something kinda bad."
I personally don't see the difference between saying "blows," and "sucks." Either one could have a crude connotation, if that's where you want your mind to go, could they not?
I don't like using either word when I'm in polite circles, but I'm rarely in polite circles, and this is my blog, so today, I say... School Blows. If you're offended, I'm sorry. I'll change it to, "School Sucks," if you prefer. Those are the only two terms that appropriately describe the kick-off of our first week of homeschool. Nothing's going right. I'm struggling to find a schedule that works for everyone, as usual. I'm struggling to get myself motivated and inspired. I'm struggling to remember the long-term goal and why I started doing this in the first place. I want to give up, but I sure as heck don't want to put the kids in public school. I just want to go back to bed. I want to run away. I want to... get a job at Burger King. Anything. I don't care. I just don't want to be here, sucking at this job God has dumped in my lap, and failing miserably at everything I attempt to do. I want to wake up from this dream and be on a beautiful beach somewhere, with a 24" toned waist, only one chin, and boobs that actually sit on my chest, where no one is reminding me of my failures. No one is waiting for me, expecting from me, needing something from me... But then of course, if that was really possible, I wouldn't be a mom. And that would suck even worse.
My homeschooling friend, Lanie, has put her youngest child in high school this year and gone back to working outside her home. She has abandoned me. So she, too, blows. I have no other homeschooling buddies. There are just a few families in town who homeschool, and we have a tiny homeschool group for meetings and field trips, etc., but I don't have any other local buddies like Lanie. So life sucks, and I'm all alone in the suckitude.
Not only does homeschool suck (and/or blow- your choice), but Evan comes home from school yesterday to tell me some psycho kid who sits behind him in two of his classes is constantly talking to himself, saying things like, "Pretty soon everyone's gonna be dead, and I'm gonna be dead." Then he rams his desk into Evan's back. Welcome to public school, Evan!!! Obviously, I'm calling the school today (I'll go on record as saying the kid's name is Ricky Something. In case something happens, I would suggest Psycho Ricky be questioned first).
So, how's your week going? Lunch is over. I gotta get back to school.